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Friday Five: Fictional Fanatic

Happy Friday everyone! Summer in Perth means there is sport a-plenty, and when it gets too hot to go outside while waiting for the next Australian Open match to start, I turn to my many fictional loves. This week I’ll spotlight five (or probably more) of my favourite fictional sporting teams/figures.

Dillon High Panthers

 

East Compton High Clovers/Rancho Carne High Toros

 

Average Joe’s/Globo Gym Purple Cobras

Tree Hill High Ravens

Mighty Ducks (couldn’t pick between animated
or Gordon Bombay, until this:) 
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Who do you love to support? How are you spending your weekend?

Love,
Andrea

Pumped for Game Four (Music Monday: NBA Edition)

So I just came across this amazing song on a Chicago Bulls Tumblr page, and I may have already played it 33 times pumping myself up for Game Four. For those who don’t know, I am a massive Chicago Bulls fan, have been ever since my uncle let me play his NBA ’96 Playstation 1 game and all the way through the Andres Nocioni/PJ Brown/Chris Duhon days right up to the saga of Joakim Noah, Derrick Rose and the championship that could (should/will) be.

However living as I do all the way in little ol’ Perth, I have to stay up for a 1am tip off. Okay, I probably don’t have to stay up, but my love for this team makes it impossible for me not to. I am after all the same girl who stayed up until 6am from a 2am tip off last year against the Nets in double overtime.

So dear friends, I will apologise ahead of time if you happen to hear me yelling all the way from wherever in the world you are. Goodnight and go Bulls!
Love,
Andrea

Friday Five: Greatest Non-Champions (Day 83)

Greatest NBA Players* To Never Win A Title

*Let me first preface this by saying, this is based largely on players that I have seen play live, not old videos, so really it’s my list of greatest players never to win a title. I haven’t seen much if any of the NBA prior to 2004 so my thoughts are based on that. Let me again emphasise this: I am making my list up of players that I have watched live. So feel free to educate me! I am also not going to include current players who are still in the midst of their careers such as Dwight Howard or Carmelo Anthony (though I make an exception for Steve Nash because as much as it pains me to admit I feel his time is coming) I will also here admit to a teenage love for Luke Walton after watching one of the Detroit/Lakers finals games where he must have played almost average or something. So clearly I am not too discriminating in my tastes but hopefully this week’s list is a little more educated than that.

Reggie Miller
I feel that this is all that needs to be said about Reggie Miller:

Karl Malone (and I’ll also add here John Stockton though I’ve never seen him play)


Steve Nash

In 2010 and at age 36 Steve Nash beat three point guards in their early 20s in the All Star weekend Skills Challenge. While yes, there are certainly other things that hold a lot more merit; this is still one of the ones I love most about Nash. How many people wish he had stayed in Phoenix now, especially this season?

Charles Barkley (I haven’t seen him play, but from old games I have seen and of course Space Jam this seems like a no brainer. I am of course joking about Space Jam.

Dikembe Mutombo

Honourable Mentions (retired or near): Tracy McGrady, Brandon Roy, Vince Carter, Allen Iverson, Grant Hill

Honourable Mentions (current): Derrick Rose, Chris Paul, Kevin Durant, Dwight Howard

Players formerly on my list: Kevin Garnett, Dirk Nowitzki, Jason Kidd

Let me know what you think! Who have I missed (of the era I’ve covered)?

Love,
Andrea

Friday Five: Happy Valentine’s Day to my true love (Day 76)

I personally am of the belief that you should spoil the person you love most every day of the year, and not just on February 14th. So for Valentine ’s Day this year I am giving to you all moments of deep, meaningful and true love for me: sporting related incidents. These are a tiny, TINY selection of sporting moments that have truly moved me, and that represent everything that I truly love about sport.

  1. Dirk Nowitzki and Jason Kidd win their first championship with the Dallas Mavericks at the end of the first year of Miami’s Big Three.
    This win had the added bonus of depriving LeBron and company of a championship, but I was surprised at how emotional I got when Dirk and Kidd took to the podium. Both players have always been on my “greatest to never win a title” list and I think I was just so floored to finally be able to watch them achieve something long deserved. Now if dear old Steve Nash had just stayed in Phoenix, this year may have been his year to get off that list!
  2. April 28th, 2012. 1:20 left in game one of the Bulls/76ers round one playoff series.
    I don’t even have words for this one. Watching it now still devastates me, and knowing what it meant to not just one team, or one city, but an entire world full of basketball fans that would now be deprived of watching one of the most deserving players get his chance to shine. My eyes are actually stinging now at the thought, and perhaps my biggest basketball related fear is that his career highlights are only ever going to be before April 28th, 2012.
  3. John Aloisi kicking the penalty against Uruguay that takes the Socceroos to the 2006 FIFA World Cup.
    This was the kick that sent millions of Australians back onto the soccer bandwagon (I will apologise ahead of time for calling it soccer, but unless they change their names to the Footballroos, it is easier). I remember watching this with my dad and even without knowing much about Australian soccer at the time, knowing that I was watching history. Even now seeing a clip of that footage, hearing the commentator yell “ALOIIIISIIII!!” gives me chills. It is just a phenomenal moment and lead to one of my favourite World Cups ever.
  4. Towards the end of Invictus (fictional, yes, but based on the incredibly inspiring and true story so I believe it counts) where the team visits Robben Island and then when the whole stadium erupts after the Springboks win.
    As a proud South African, even though I have no accent to speak of and have only spent a combined one year in the country of my birth, this movie just does something to me. The combination of phenomenal performances and rugby, and knowing that even now the Springboks are still the best team in the world, makes this movie full of really emotional moments for me. Fun fact: every time I watch Invictus I pick up a really odd South African hybrid way of talking for a couple of hours.
  5. The West Coast Eagles winning the 2006 AFL Grand Final. 
    2006 was a rough year for me, not just because it was my final year of high school, but because of a lot of personal stuff that was happening too. Someone else who had a rough start to 2006 was good old Benjamin Cousins. I don’t know if it’s because I grew up in a diehard Eagles household watching a baby Ben Cousins play in the blue and gold from the min-90s, but I cannot stop loving him. So watching the course his season took from losing the captaincy, to being brought onto the podium by Brownlow Medallist Chris Judd to be the first to touch the premiership trophy was something truly special to me. In a truly tough year for me, I turned quite heavily to sport as my drug of choice and I will always remember this moment with a smile and a tear in my eye.

Like I’ve said though, there are about a billion other moments (watching the 2010 World Cup opening ceremony, Nadal fighting through back pain this year at the Australian Open, watching the Perth Wildcats win their first championship in ten years, the 2009 first round playoff series between the Bulls and the Celtics) that really hit me. I have a love for sports that any man is going to find difficult to replicate!

Hope you guys have a great Valentine’s Day! Me, I shall be watching basketball and getting ready for All Star Weekend.

Love,
Andrea

Last Month of Summer (Day 63)

So I have been all too sporadic with my posts for January. I really wish I could say I was doing fun stuff, but unfortunately not. Although I suppose finally finishing up with uni counts as something pretty fun! Next step now is to find employment for myself, which so far has eluded me for far too long.
So I thought I would pictorially update you all on my January activities, which have been quite varied.

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My first time taking the car through the car wash.
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Wildcats vs Townsville at Perth Arena.
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My newest cross stitch and my favourite hero.
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Greatest food ever invented!
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Pink and sparkly ♡
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My baby cousin, the super sleeper
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Gozleme from the Turkish food truck at the Bather's Beach Sunset Markets
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Mum went on a cruise and all I got was this wicked cool t-shirt.
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Nancy Boy cocktail from Chik and Kent
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Mark Worthington practicing his future game winning shot
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Dad's 50th birthday, making me feel way old!
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Australia Day Skyworks
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Gold and sparkly, cultivating a slight glitter addiction!
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Kicking ass and winning prizes on my final day of uni!
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Frangipani from my friend's backyard, after I swam in the ocean properly for the first time
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Wildcats vs Cairns at Perth Arena

A lot of pictures, plus a lot more amazing moments undocumented, so I guess I had a pretty good January.

Here’s to an awesome February which hopefully bears the fruits of employment!
Love,
Andrea

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My first time taking the car through the car wash.

Friday Five: Awesome Events of the Week

1) I wrote a theology essay on an article detailing a new (1980s) reading of the Ten Commandments in less than 4 hours the day that it was due. While yes, this is a practice that I usually frown upon, procrastination is my worst habit and it’s a struggle to defeat. But I woke up early on Wednesday, took the bus in the freezing cold to uni and sat in the library writing until it got to about 11.30am and all of a sudden my word count was at 1500! and without an over-reliance on quotes either (if you don’t count the actual Commandments). I usually don’t rate my last minute writing skills very highly, but the High Distinction that I got on my last major essay would speak otherwise.

2) Bestie and I (potentially) found a new basketball team to play on. Admittedly it is in whoop whoop, on Sunday afternoons/evenings AND a mixed team, but still, its actual basketball!
A bonus part of this I’ll add is Monday night hang outs watching another friend play basketball and getting to catch up with him on the long rides to and from the stadium. Hearing all the squeaking of shoes and bouncing of balls on the courts made me homesick, leading to my newly determined pursuit of a basketball team.

3) Finding new books on Google Play and Amazon Kindle. Almost sacrilege for a stark “natural” bibliophile such as myself, but I think I made up for it finding one of the best books about books that I have read in a long, long time: Mr Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan. A detective, Da Vinci Code type story set deeply within the world of books and Google, giving it (in my opinion) a cross market appeal to traditional book lovers and those immersed in the technological realms. My only gripe with it would be the almost “wrapped up in a bow” type ending. Everything seemed to fall into place quite easily, although perhaps that is me just wanting more and more of the book to read!

4) Just when I was getting used to the fact that, thanks to my new living arrangement, I would not likely ever feel an actual book in my hands I find myself falling deeper and deeper in lust (can’t call it love yet) with eBooks, having come into possession of 130 new, FREE, eBooks. How, I have no idea, you’d have to ask my step-dad’s friend Alex, who like me is a book/tv/movie nut. It was actually a little cute when he brought out his hard drive after giving me the books and said he had 200GBs of movies he could lend me, only for me to pull out my two 1TB drives and say the same to him. But back to the books. While it is an eclectic collection to say the least, with authors like Thackeray and Hemingway and Plath among David Sedaris, Chelsea Handler, OJ Simpson and Barack Obama, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face just scrolling through all the authors. I even now have 67 electronic Agatha Christies!

5) And finally, because it simultaneously made me tear up, gave me chills and made me wanna yell “No three peat for you LeBron, only one city where that phrase belongs,” this:

Love,
Andrea

How To Harlem Shake Correctly

Long time no post, which is very much my bad. But I could not resist showing what I think is the best of these utterly ridiculous Harlem Shake videos courtesy of the NBA’s Minnesota Timberwolves:

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Dear everyone who thinks it is a good idea to make a Harlem Shake video of your own, this is what everyone else wants to do to you.

Love,
Andrea

Books and Basketball Volume 1

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So I have been a busy girl this past week, and haven’t gotten around to much writing.  However I have just gotten back into my massive pile of unread books (both paper and electronic) which I am very pleased about as it had been accumulating far too much for my liking.

The book I started this evening is 100 Things A Bulls Fan Should Know And Do Before They Die by Kent McDill. As a mad basketball fan I am constantly flummoxed by the relative lack of quality books on the subject besides player biographies. But the ones that I have managed to find intrigue me enough that I am forgoing so called “classics” to take a big bite out of the spoers section of my unread book list.
Side note, the other basketball ones on my list are:
The Black Pearl by Cal Bruton
The Jordan Rules by Sam Smith
Mahervellous by Boti Nagy
The Art of a Beautiful Game by Chris Ballard and
The Book of Basketball by Bill Simmons.

So far (I’m only up to #12 of 100) I’m finding this book very informative, as I was but a child during the three-peats, but I’m also enjoying the less formal approach and the way the author is conveying his voice without it becoming too overt. I am looking forward to this book, as a Bulls fan but also using it to learn about the team I love. I really like how it’s not just focused on those 90s golden years but that McDill looks at the early years, the Jordan hangover years and at this current team.

It’s also looks like a very good way to distract myself from the ears of a Rose-less NBA season. Hopefully by the time I finish reading and analysing it I can also be watching and analysing a healthy Rose play. My tip for his first game back is mid March, against the Lakers. That’s what I’m hoping, praying, yearning, dreaming, wishing and waiting for (is it super obvious how much I love the kid yet?).

Love,
Andrea

Love and Basketball

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You send me this, I’m probably gonna wanna marry you. Fact.

Valentine’s Day.

I’ve always been ho-hum about it, perhaps due to my lack of romantic valentine over the years, but to me I’ve always seen it as a celebration of love not just romantic and erotic but altruistic and familial as well. My mum was the first person to wish me a happy day today, and one of the best gifts I’ve gotten on a February 14th were notes and flowers from my two best friends when I was 15. Don’t get me wrong; the day that I am fawned over and showered with presents and tidings from the one person I love with all my heart will also be the biggest swooning day of my life and I will probably become even more sappy and girly than I already am. But for now I am content to spend the day, even if it’s alone, doing what I love and with people that I love. Thanks to the delightfully schizophrenic Fremantle weather I was robbed of burgers and beach with my two best friends/soulmates but I spoke to all the important people in my life today and I’m feeling quite content!

Didn’t have too much else going on today besides watching a kick ass Chicago/Boston game on ESPN. Seriously no two teams grind it out and pull out the desperation plays even when undermanned like the Bulls and the Celtics. The effort and rivalry and bitter respect between the two teams continues to astound me with every game I watch. If someone were to find me a copy of all the games in their classic 2009 first round playoff series I would literally marry them. On the spot.

Ending the day was some cookies and ice cream and Notes On A Scandal. An apt choice at the start of my teaching adventure but one I still found both alarming and fascinating at the ease that those kinds of things happen. It also taught me to beware the spinsters who befriend a young seemingly innocent new teacher; they’re probably as harmless as they appear until you get a Barbara Covett. Then you should run. Fast. Though I will say I was in love with Cate Blanchett’s hair throughout this movie; it is exactly the full fringe, mid to short length and wavy but not too curly that I have always wanted.

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Oh Marc, you are my favourite Gasol.

Here’s hoping to more days like today with good basketball and even better evenings!

Love,

Andrea

 

There’s Only One Tree Hill

The end of an era.

Tonight I cried my way through the final episodes of one of the greatest shows I have ever seen. I sang along to Gavin deGraw, cried when Keith showed up at Dan’s hospital bed, remembering back to when I first started watching this show. This show has taught me so much about people, about love and friendships, passion and dedication. It introduced me to “hos over bros”, alternative music, the dangers of webcams, fantasy boy drafts and the amazing Jake Jagielski. The mixture of sports and music and books and growing up in a small town just completely spoke to me as a young girl still finding her way. My love of basketball and certainly my belief that sports matter and that they can do amazing things is constantly affirmed by this show. It may seem like just a TV show, but I can honestly say I would not be who I am today without it. I am going to miss it so much. It’s like a friend who knows just what to say in every cirumstance. Nothing could take its place.

I don’t want to be
Anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I’m tired of looking ‘round rooms
Wondering what I’ve got to do
Or who I’m supposed to be
I don’t want to be anything other than me